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It was early morning, the toaster dinged and a pair of slightly browned pieces of bread hopped out. They were promptly caught by a freckled boy who placed them on one of the two plates he had got out for breakfast. He glanced behind him towards the main hallway, awaiting an equally freckled cousin of his. As he turned his attention to the eggs cooking on the pan, he heard the bathroom door open and shut quickly, followed by running water and frantic shuffling.
Marco smirked to himself as he finished preparing breakfast. He adorned the plate with the perfectly sunny side up eggs he knew his cousin liked, buttering the slices of toast and pouring a glass of orange juice.
The bathroom door was opened again, and a disheveled Ymir came down the hall, desperately brushing her hair back. She spotted the food on the table.
“You’re such a saint, Marco. No wonder Captain Mullet loves you,” she grinned as she sat at one of the stools positioned at the kitchen counter.
“Yeah, I try to be.” Marco gave his signature smile and rubbed the back of his neck as he prepared his own breakfast.
Ymir, not being the type to eat often, shoveled the meal down, dousing it with big swigs of the orange juice. Marco watched Ymir pig out with a face of concern.
“Slow down, ‘Mir. The food’s not gonna run away,” Marco chuckled.
Ymir let out a defiant burp as she sat the glass of OJ she just chugged down on the countertop. “I’m hungry! I didn’t eat much yesterday.”
Marco sighed, the toaster shooting out two more slices of toast. “You need to stop doing that, take some snacks with you so you can replenish throughout the day.”
“Yeah, yeah. You sound like His,”
“Speaking of Tori, I heard you guys were gonna go to the carnival later this evening,” Marco sang out to Ymir.
“She’s going with a few friends, but she invited me to tag along,” Ymir drew her eyes towards the floor, a small smile forming on her face.
Marco warmed up at the lovestruck expression Ymir gave. Ever since they started dating, Ymir had noticeably been happier, much to Marco and their parents’ delight. The Bodt family had been working hard to give Ymir the happiness she deserved. Back when Ymir was placed into the foster care program for the third time at age 13, the Bodts made it their mission to give Ymir the family she couldn’t seem to keep. With that, Marco loved his cousin dearly and was overjoyed with her and Historia’s relationship.
It seemed impossible! Ymir had stated multiple times to Marco. He still remembered the night she revealed they were dating like it was yesterday.
Marco had propped himself on a few pillows watching as Ymir paced at the foot of his bed, the dopey grin she wore still plastered on her face even after hours of receiving the greatest news of her life.
Marco smiled up at her, “What’s gotten into you, ‘Mir?”
Ymir shot him a glance and proceeded to tackle him into the bed.
“AH! Stop! This doesn’t answer my question! HAHA!” Marco wrestled with Ymir as they giggled like little kids. Eventually, Ymir stopped and sat down at the end of the bed.
Out of breath, she spoke,”Historia, the cheer captain, asked me to be her girlfriend.”
Marco, wide eyed, grabbed Ymir’s shoulders and shook her lightly. “What did you say?”
“Yes? What else would I have said, dipshit.” She laughed as Marco engulfed her in a hug.
“I’m so happy for you!” He looked excitedly down at Ymir, the freckled girl still in his arms.
She gave that one look she barely showed anyone. A look of bliss and wonder. Her eyes would shift away and her face would soften, a hint of a smile drawn on her lips.
“I still can’t believe it. It seemed impossible. But, the girl of my dreams is...mine,” she looked up at Marco.
His features became pliant, observing the way Ymir’s, usually sharp and “scary”, eyes dimmed into a look of melancholy.
“What are you thinking about?” Marco inquired.
“I don’t know,” Ymir furrowed her brows. “It just feels too good to be true. What if…”
Ymir was promptly cut off by Marco trapping her in another firm hug. She stiffened, but relented into his chest, the soft fabric of his crew neck sweater nestling against her skin.
“Don’t doubt this, Ymir. I can tell Tori loves you. She talks about you all the time at cheer practice. Honestly, I think she talks more about you than you do her.”
“Really?” Ymir’s muffled voice vibrated against the boy’s chest.
Marco let Ymir free from his embrace, looking down at her with the gaze a mother would give her child. “Really.”
It was Friday, so Ymir still had a full day of school before she had to be at the carnival. Most of the day was like any other. Mr. Ackerman, her math teacher, had been nice for once and gave out no homework for the weekend. She was thankful for that along with Dr. Zoe randomly handing her a cupcake in the hall when she was headed to history.
She had been reluctant to eat it, but gave in. It was actually not bad, though it was obviously store bought.
After she ate it, she quickly went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up in the mirror, making sure no crumbs were on her face. Whilst she was there, she also fixed her hair and checked her outfit. All this extra effort she put in, that she usually didn’t even bother doing half the time, was for good reason.
In her history class, she sat next to Historia herself. It was the only class they shared, and because of their busy schedules (Ymir having basketball practice and Historia having cheer), they rarely got to see each other during the weekdays.
She hurried to class, passing through the door before the bell rang. She gave Mr. Smith her signature smirk and a prompt handshake as she passed his desk, making sure she complimented the tie that was obviously gifted to him by Mr. Ackerman.
She needed the extra credit, okay.
Ymir made her way to the back, where the Queen Bee was perched at their usual table. One habit of Historia’s that she didn’t seem to break was placing her bag in the seat next to her. She had done this ever since her and Ymir started dating. At first, it was to deter the guys from sitting next to her, a way of politely telling them that she had no interest in them and was happily taken. Now, she seemed to do it thoughtlessly.
Ymir smiled at that thought as she approached the table.
“Hey, Princess. Your knight in shining armor has arrived,” Ymir smirked. Historia’s once neutral face, lit up with a smile. She moved her bag out of the way, letting her tanned girlfriend slump down into the seat. She eyed the outfit she had on.
Ymir was wearing a hoodie, per usual, but switched things up and rocked a pair of high cut shorts. They magnificently exhibited her toned legs. Historia felt the heat start to rise in her cheeks.
She glanced back up to Ymir, who, thankfully, was rummaging in her bag for a pencil. Historia shifted her chair closer to Ymir.
“Alright class! Today were gonna be watching a documentary on World War 2. Take notes as you go along, but enjoy nonetheless.” Mr. Smith’s voice boomed over the tiny conversations of the students.
The projector was turned on, and the lights switched off. Historia took out two pieces of paper for her and Ymir and handed one to her girlfriend.
“Thanks, Princess. But you know I’m not gonna take notes.” Ymir jokingly threw her head back, propping it on Historia’s shoulder.
“I know, I just don’t want Mr. Smith to get mad at you.”
“He won’t. He loves me.” Ymir closed her eyes.
Historia was entranced by the flurry of freckles that danced across her girlfriend's cheeks. She would often count them when she had time, making a note to herself whenever she spotted a new one. It was comforting to remember the exact amount, relaying the number in her head when she messed the freckled girl. She felt a certain tightness in her chest. A band of butterflies flooding in her stomach. This feeling was one she had been holding for so long.
Love.
Her phone lightly vibrated with a notification. Historia covertly opened it, reading the message she received.
Gretchen Weiners (Hitch):
I got ur gift. U wanted the brite pink lepurd print panties, right ?
Historia:
What?? No????
Gretchen Weiners (Hitch):
Im jk, blondie. I picked up the right ones
Historia:
You better have…
Historia sighed, locking her phone before putting it away. She glanced back over at Ymir. She heard soft breaths come from her nose, Ymir slightly nuzzling herself against Historia’s shoulder.
There it was again. That warm feeling in her face, the tight hold this girl had on her heart.
Historia looked up to the board, lost in thought.
She hoped tonight she could tell Ymir everything she felt.
The day went by and Ymir was back home, comfortably nestled in Marco’s many pillows, watching as he chose an outfit.
“What about this shirt, with these corduroys and some high tops?” He held the shirt in one hand, and the pants in the other.
“Hmmm. Maybe wear that turtleneck and that cardigan with those pants. It’s supposed to get chilly tonight.” Ymir stretched herself out on the bed before going back to her original position.
“Actually, that’s pretty cute.” Marco quickly put the shirt away and pulled out a white turtleneck and a sleeveless cardigan. “Does this work?”
Ymir simply gave a thumbs up.
“So, what are you gonna wear?”
“I was thinking some pants, a pair of sneakers I have, and a sweatshirt,” Ymir yawned.
“Fancy,” Marco glanced back at Ymir.
“Yep, don’t wanna overdress. It’s the carnival; nothing special.”
“I guess,”
Ymir flipped herself over and watched as Marco struggled to get the turtleneck over his head, “Where are you and Cowboy going?”
Marco slipped himself through the neck hole and answered, “Jean’s taking me on a dinner date. It’s at a diner downtown.”
“Huh? I’m surprised he takes you places…” Ymir smirked.
“Yeah, he does sometimes,” Marco went to the full length mirror, posing in front of it to check his outfit. “I look good! Thanks for the suggestion, ‘Mir.”
“No problem,” Ymir sat up from the bed. “I’m gonna shower. Have fun on your date.”
“Thank you. Have fun at the carnival!” Marco said as Ymir stepped through the doorway.
“Yeah..”
Historia impatiently tapped her foot on the ground. She was standing outside the back way into the carnival, waiting on Hitch to deliver her package.
“She better not have crashed, because I’m not showing up at the hospital for her…” Historia mumbled under her breath, looking down at her phone for any new messages.
Finally, Hitch’s car pulled up, the girl in question walking across the grass with a bag.
“Here, shortie. Your gift.” Hitch rummaged through the bag and pulled out a small box.
“Thanks, Hitchie. Where are you headed off to?”
“Annie, Marlo, and I are going out to the cornfields to smoke pot.”
“Marlo? Smoking weed?” Historia looked at Hitch in confusion.
“He’s just tagging along, though I’m hoping to get him to hit one ‘cuz I wanna see that!” Hitch giggled to herself.
“Alright, have fun at your smoke sesh.”
“Enjoy your gift, goldilocks. Also don’t have too much fun.” Hitch winked as she walked back to her car.
“Shut up!” Historia called out. She sighed and started to walk towards the front, shooting Ymir a quick text.
Historia:
I’m almost at the front gate <3
Ymir <333:
be there soon :) xx
Ymir parked her car, at the front of the carnival entrance. She looked around and spotted her favorite blonde, along with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin. She walked up behind Historia and wrapped her arms around her waist. Historia jolted but quickly melted into the touch as she recognized the familiar feel.
“Hey, Ymir!” Armin greeted the freckled girl.
“Sup.” She nodded her head at Eren who nodded back. “Nice to see you, Mikasa. Where’s your girl?”
“She got grounded for having a vape.” Mikasa said with a straight face.
Ymir couldn’t help but snort. “Damn! Rest in peace to her, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Mikasa sighed.
Historia looked up at Ymir, “We should head in, I wanna see you do the apple thing.”
“Oh shit, yeah!” Eren’s cool guy attitude slipped away and he excitedly looked at Ymir. “Come on! Let’s do the bobbing for apples!”
“Alright, man bun. Twenty bucks to the winner.”
“Bet!” Eren hurried Armin and Mikasa in, while Ymir and Historia interlaced hands and walked through the front entrance.
“I’m so gonna beat his ass,” Ymir smiled to herself.
“I hope you do. I’m more looking forward to your face dunked in the barrel though,” Historia admired the way Ymir chuckled after she said that. She looked away, finding a goldfish stand interesting, blushing slightly. She gripped the straps of her bag, thinking of its contents. The box was gently stashed away in there, waiting for Historia to muster up the courage to give it to Ymir.
Ymir ended up being twenty dollars richer, and the rest of the gang rode all the rides and tried out all the stands and games. Historia, being quite wealthy, bought wristbands for all of them, courtesy of her father. Ymir begrudgingly took the offer, mainly due to the countless times Historia would rant to Ymir about her shit father. Historia reassured her that things were better now, but Ymir still was unhappy Historia paid for her wristband out of her dad’s wallet.
It was nearing 9 PM and the five of them were standing near a funnel cake trailer. Eren was currently ordering enough to feed them three times over (or enough to feed Sasha), as the rest of them waited.
“I think our next ride should be the ferris wheel. The city probably looks amazing right now!” Historia looked at Armin and Mikasa.
“That sounds good!” Armin looked over at Mikasa for approval. Mikasa gave a nod and Armin happily put his arm around her shoulder.
“How does that sound Ymir?” Historia looked up at her girlfriend expectantly.
“Whatever you do, I’ll join,” Ymir gave her a genuine smile, her eyes going soft.
“Alright,” Historia looked back down grinning ear to ear.
Armin glanced at Mikasa with knowing eyes. Mikasa gave a rare smirk back and the two laughed quietly to themselves.
When Eren came back with the funnel cake, they headed to the ferris wheel. They stood in line and eventually made it into their respective carts. The trio took one to themselves, while the love birds entered their own. As they went up, Historia gripped her bag closer to her side.
A crisp breeze wafted over them, making Historia shiver. Ymir noticed and quickly made a move.
Ymir put her arm around Historia and snuggled up closer to her. “I should have told you to wear something warm. It’s a little cool tonight.”
Historia looked down at her outfit. She was just wearing a tank top with some baggy jeans and shoes. “Heh, yeah...I probably should have brought a jacket.”
“It’s fine. You have me.” Ymir smirked.
Historia softy smiled. “I do,”
She remembered the gift she still had. “I have something to talk to you about…”
Ymir widened her eyes, “What’s it about?” she questioned.
Historia turned to her bag and pulled out the small box.
“I…” She briefly looked out over the carnival grounds before continuing. “I’m really happy with you. You’re the best girlfriend any girl could ask for. I still remember when I first watched you play basketball. I was so infatuated with you.”
She paused to look at Ymir’s face. Her usually sharp eyes were strewn in concern. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…” She opened the box and took out two necklaces, one was engraved with a “Y” on the pendent and the other with an “H”.
Historia took a deep breath. “I love you, Ymir. And I’m hoping to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She smiled at Ymir but quickly started to worry as Ymir said nothing. “Um? Ymir-’
“Fucking marry me already!” Ymir breathed out.
“Uh! Okay!” Historia laughed as Ymir reached over for the necklace that said “H”.
“Historia Reiss, I fucking love you too.” Ymir looked lovingly in the blonde’s eyes.
Historia blinked. She then cradled Ymir’s cheek in her hand and leant in for a long, romantic kiss. The two lovers were in each other's grasps as the ferris wheel made its rounds, the beautiful night sky illuminating the scenery; the stars shining down at the soulmates below them.